Aer Parris

Morale was low. The sun was slipping into the west after a baking hot day, and my lungs were full of the smoke of…

Something is poking me as I climb. A few days ago I assumed it was my shirt riding up, and I kept pulling it…

I woke up hot. The sun was already baking us in our tent, and a great hunger was rumbling deep inside me. Food, coffee,…

Pure happiness. No words, just Boomerang’s skillz:                    

Girl One: Have you seen any fairies out here? I am trying to catch some. Girl Two: I haven’t seen any fairies, but I…

I remember the last half of my Bike & Build ride (a 4,000 mile cycling trip from Rhode Island to Washington that I did…

There was something in the curve of the trail around jagged rock walls, leagues of sky opening up beneath my feet, that reminded me…

I talked today to a good friend. She reminded me, when I told her about my rocky faith in this mission, that I had…

I have been having something of a crisis of faith out here. For the last few hundred miles my feet have been begging for…

Boomerang takes over the blog while I stuff myself on my day off:              

I am sobbing and hiking. Snot and tears and sweat are running down my face. A few blobs of wet stuff fling themselves away…

Today I walk for hours through a terrible burn. The sticks still rising from the ground are all charred. The ground is littered with…